Pairing: Error x Red ( @rarepair-cult​, hope you enjoy all these rarepairs, having fun writing them :) )
Prompt: “Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I just… Didn’t expect that to happen.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I just… Didn’t expect that to happen.” The resident sans’ voice carried over to him, causing him to harshly flinch at the memory, body shivering more.
The phantom touch left flaring sparks of pain, simply remembering the warm hand touching him burned his cold bones.
“Here, let me… uh-” Something draped over his freezing and wounded body, rubbing against the cuts strewn about his bones, but granting feeling in his body once more.
The touch on his hand came again, but more muted, his phalanges covered by the long sleeves of the jacket. Slowly, warmth started to envelop him, and he was hugged.
“Would’a thought this would’a been too small for ya’, the jacket, guess I was wrong.” The sans that was supposed to hate him spoke, forcing his voice to be soft and calming. “How are you so skinny but tall? Makes me worry about your health.”
“...Probably b-because I don’t e-exactly have a-any health… or k-know what it means anymore.” His own voice glitched, his natural stutter mixing with his shivering.
The skeleton holding him quietly cursed.
“I’m going to take you back to the house, get you healed up, okay?”
Error looked up at the UnderFell sans, confused.
“You’re… helping me?” The glitch’s voice spoke, quiet but glitching. Their eyes met. The fell sans picked him up, worryingly so, despite the destroyer being near twice the sans’ height he did it effortlessly.
“Yeah even if you’re the destroyer… everyone has the reasons for what they do. I gotta protect my bro… but,” Red looked back up, “What they did, what Ink-” The error flinched harshly at the name, making the resident sans worry further. The sans starting to rub Error’s shoulder comfortingly as they walked, “...What he did is beyond reason.”
Error nodded, still trying to understand, closing his eyes and looking down.
“...You’re supposed to hate me.” He softly spoke, unable to say or think of anything else.
“I… Honestly never did. My universe has a bad reputation as it is, I couldn’ let them get hurt because I didn’t follow Ink. He’s already threatened to kill off all the Au’s and copies Nightmare’s gang belongs to. I don’t want to be a real example. No one does…
“But,” Error looked back up to the other sans, “I like to hope-as dumb as it sounds-that young and Nightmare’s group, and Nightmare himself, aren’t that bad. Maybe simply messed up in the head, or forced, you gotta have some reason for doing what you do.”
Surrendering to silence, they made it to the skeleton bro’s house. Error contemplating whether it was safe to tell red the truth or not.
“Stay here, I’m going to get some healing supplies and food.” Read explained, helping the destroyer sit down in his room, safe away from Boss’ sight.
Error quietly sat, still thinking. The least he could do while he was here was ask about Marcy, the chara of this universe. Nicknamed purposely close to mercy.
Maybe he could finish that doll for her too…
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Sometime later red walked back into his room, medkit and food in hand Error still lost in his thoughts and unaware to the UnderFell sans’ presence.
“...What? The hell?” Red said confusingly, Error nearly jumping, not expecting to suddenly hear someone. Dropping the nearly finished doll but his glasses thankfully staying on.
The error quick to open a portal and gather the supplies, about to throw them back into the antivoid, until Red stopped him.
“No don’t- you’re fine. I… just wasn’t expecting the destroyer of worlds to be able to create, let alone wear glasses. Wait- you shouldn’t even be moving this much-”
“I get injured all the time. It’s just a few broken bones.”
“You mean broken legs, arm, and ribcage? Even your hands are cracked! You literally have a gash through your socket!” Red yelled out, disturbed, unsure of how to deal with a skeleton that didn’t necessarily understand the concept of being injured or in pain.
Error tilted his head, still not sure of the sans’ point.
“So…?”
“Right, you… never stop fighting. Don’t even understand basic healing… don’t...” The resident sans started to mumbled, pacing back and forth, trying to figure out some way to help Error.
“...Would you like to know why?” Red paused, giving him a curious look, “Why I never stop fighting? Or, at least, seemingly so?”
“Seemingly? Alright glitch, you got my interest.”
Error took a deep breath, and then began to explain. The balances, why he and nightmare were so important, how the multiverse wasn’t infinite, how if he didn’t keep the numbers down it would devastate the multiverse. With a little pushing, he even talked about how Nightmare’s gang really is. How Blue wasn’t crazy, nor had Stockholm.
“No, but I keep in touch with the Charas. Most of them are under my care, your Chara chose to stay here and keep an eye on your frisk though.”
“Keep an eye-?!”
“The Chara’s are the merciful one, Red.” The sans blinked at him, “The Frisks, and few swap Charas, have been using them as scapegoats, like how Dream blames Nightmare for a universe he left unattended go dark.”
“Oh... uh, sorry.”
“No need, you’re still learning.” Error softly smiled, hiding his odd eyes and yellow teeth.
“Uh.. would this be a bad time to say I’ve kinda… Admired you for a while now?” Red sheepishly confessed.
The destroyer’s eyes lit up like stars, and without a word he slowly pulled Red into a hug, the jacket still around him helping immensely.
“No, Its a perfect time.” Error nuzzled into the other’s collar, “I… like you to Red.”
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What if Error’s favorite color was pink/ he wore pink to battle
“Pfft, Error?” His opponent laughed, stopping their battle, he growled in return. “Are you wearing pink?”
The destroyer raised a brow, what he was wearing didn’t matter to the battle, as long as it didn’t get in the way of his attacks or mess him up whatever he wore was fine. Maybe while his shirt was washing it got mixed with the whites, so what? The color was nice anyhow.
“Sorry- Sorry! I just-” Ink wheezed, not able to keep up the battle nay longer, doubling over laughing. Then again, the image of the edgy and rude destroyer wearing bright, hot pink proudly was pretty funny. “Oh, stars! I need a moment!”
Error didn’t care, however, and just captured Ink in his strings while he wasn’t paying attention or moving. The artist didn’t notice at all, eye sockets squeezed shut from laughter, a few tears even falling from his eyes.
“It’s a color you stupid squid. You’re going to dry up if you keep this up-”
“You done, Error?” Nightmare gurgling voice came, a tendril holding an unconscious Dream in it.
“Yeah, yeah, let’s go.” The glitch spoke as he threw a still laughing Ink through a portal, Nightmare throwing Dream through it as well before it closed.
“What’s with the pink?”
“Doesn’t matter… I fucking rock this look.” Error smirked, walking through a different portal back to the hideout, “Should I wear a dress next time?”
“Please do-” Nightmare laughed at Error’s sudden self-confidence, “Made it that much easier to defeat Dream, and his confusion was quite hilarious.”
“Don’t you dare die on me- NOT NOW!” The dark King cried out, putting pressure on the bleeding wound, “Please... Don’t leave me too…”
HE was trying desperately to keep the destroyer alive, mentally cursing whatever was keeping his boys from securing a safe hospital. Refusing to notice or acknowledge the dust flaking from around the wound.
The glitch opened his mouth, attempting to speak but only static coming out.
“No-Save your strength… Please Ruru-” Suddenly his boys burst through a portal, stretcher behind them, yelling words at him he couldn’t hear, mind only focuses on getting Error into the stretcher.
Carefully but quickly he put the hated skeleton on the cot, every minute so long, seeming wasteless but oh so precious at the same time.
He couldn’t think at all, only remembering doctors taking the stretcher away and nurses telling them to wait. Pacing for what felt like hours until one of his boys, he couldn’t even remember who, forced him to sit down and held him still. Someone holding him in their lap and another two at each of his side, his other two boys nearby and keeping watch for any danger.
Time passed and nothing happened.
Eventually, he was gently shaken awake and handed a bit of food and a strong mug of coffee, only able to sluggishly eat and sip at the food still too worried over Error.
Quietly, everyone ate, still waiting on any news of their close friend, and for Nightmare-even closer.
“Excuse me?” They all looked over at the nurse, “Are you the ones that brought in the errored skeleton?”
Nightmare jumped up, “Yes-how is he?”
“We had to keep him unconscious for some time so we could properly heal him-but he’s better now... Poor thing.”
“Can we seem him?”
“Yes, he is very fragile right now and asleep, however, so be careful with him. Room 04, down the right hall.” The monster smiled, the first genuine smile the gang had ever honestly gotten, but Nightmare didn’t get to see it. He had rushed off and transformed into a shadow as soon as he heard the room number, shooting down the hall.
Doors flew by the King as he shot down the hall, only slowing to a sprint when he made it closer to the end, to the room where his destroyer was.
Slowling further to a jog as he reached the twenties, he looked back and forth constantly, seeing each number long enough to know it wasn’t the right one.
As he reached room 04, his boys caught up to him, he didn’t hesitate to go inside. No matter how bad Error looked, he needed to see him.
The destroyer looked terrible and heavily bandaged across the while of his body, his chest having layers upon layers in order to hold his ribcage together.
A doctor stood next to him, doing several last checks before going to check on other patients, but paused shortly after Nightmare and his gang came in.
“Sci.” Nightmare greeted with a nod, knowing that the sans was neutral, but still keeping his emotionless mask for paranoia’s sake.
“Nightmare,” The sans nodded back, “Everyone,” He greeted to the rest of the gang, “We were able to save him, seeing as his SOUL refused to fall down, but a little later and we may not have been able to salvage his body.
“The bones were near dust by the time he got to me, but, with some months of rest, nourishing food and medicine-he will get better. IF all goes well, he can leave to heal at home in a week.” Science elaborated, Nightmare letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Understanding your situation, a few of you may stay the night, but I can’t allow any more than that.”
With that, the doctor left the room. Letting them decide what to do next.
“I’m going to stay.” Nightmare said as soon as Sci closed the door, “That leaves one or two more of us to be able to stay.”
“Then I’ll stay,” Killer, one of his boys, started, “Dust, Cross, Horror, and Fresh can all go back to the base and get some rest. Horror so all of us will be able to eat, then Dust and Cross will make sure Fresh actually sleeps and the three of them can get a room ready for Error. I’ll stay so you-” He pointed to Nightmare, “can actually sleep while I keep watch.”
The dark King gave a short nod, pulling up a chair next to Error’s cot, focusing his attention on the errored skeleton in front of him while his boys talked further.
Coal, pencil colored bones and opaque tear marks, white glitches sprinkled across his body like a yin and yang cake. Gently, Nightmare let his hand rest near the glitched skeleton’s, only their pinkies touching. The King being careful of the destroyer’s haphephobia.
A hand on his shoulder made him jump, Killer’s worried expression meeting his.
“I’m going to keep watch outside, alright?” Nightmare only gave a small nod, “Get some sleep, Nighty.” He spoke softly, walking out and closing the door shut behind him.
Using one of his tendrils as a pillow, he settled in, letting himself fall asleep as he watched his glitch breath in and out. Safe and sound.
